Abducted by Space Aliens from Outer Space

A true lie that really happened just last week!

Got’dang’it all, I got abbyducted by Space Aliens from Outer Space last night! And impregnated! Impregnated aboard a UFO! All abbyduckyfied and impregnaciously messed up! Aboard a space ship shaped like a giant, flying zucchini squash. And I’m a man! A true human being! An Earthling! A Homo sapiens man! Got impregnated with a cluster of teeny-tiny baby octopus-crab hybrids plooped deep inside me bowels somewhere. Oh god. Goddess, too! Shit! What are we all gonna do? It’s worse than a face hugging chestbuster from Aliens. Yeah, remember Aliens? From 1986? Eeeewuh! And these Space Aliens who kidnapped me & my royal man nuggets had puppies & kitties, too! For breakfast! They feddem poor li’l ol’ cute puppies & kitties to each other, those hybrid octopuddy-crabby critters did! Tore those itty bitty mammals apart! Made me cringe! Then they impregnated me with a long, worm-like thang what looked like a, a, um, a giant squid pecker I guess!

Twas no fun! No, it was NOT! 

They probed me anus & said they be lookin’ for Uranus. I told ’em, hell, it ain’t down in there but way up yonder. I pointed up high to the sky. Pointed with a crooked, li’l ol’ pinky finger I did, cuz they had me belly down, knees scrunched, and all lashed up tight. They said, “Earth Dude, lookit, you fool. If we turn yo body inside out, then all we can’t see becomes revealed as everything outside becomes yo insides. See?”

¡¡¡Oh, NO!!!

You don’t rilly wanna know about the evolutionary consequences of intelligent, deliberate panspermia, do ya?

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Beautiful Days before our next Civil War

“Verily, my mercy prevails over my wrath.”

– The Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, describing what God had him write down.

Today is a beautiful day. Oh, my, this Friday’s a gorgeous day outside! The First of June 2018, it is. Ah, late springtime in the Pacific Northwest out here in Seattle. Feels like Summer already! Flowers are out, the birds are singing, the clouds are fluffy, and the bees are buzzing. Hope and joy ripple the air, and any sorrows subside into the majesty of these magickal, blue-sky moments.

People are outside running up and down hills, for goodness sakes. Pedaling bicycles! Out there on the lakes and rivers paddling kayaks, canoes, and stand-up paddle boards! Men and women aboard those small sailboats working together to unfurl and set the sails! Woo Hoo! Paragliding and scuba diving, too! Sweat is flying! Altho, yeah, those joggers are wearing the same clothes they wore back when they ran thru bone-chilling winds, freezing rain, and mashed, slick-as-ice snow back in the wintertime.

Yes, today is a beautiful day, and may yours be, too, wherever you are in this world of ours. It’s a beautiful day indeed, and as our country sinks into cesspools of raging neo-tribalism and slides further towards civil war past the eye-rolling, head-shaking mirth of overly optimistic deniers, may our mercy prevail over our wrath, to paraphrase God and the Prophet from an Islamic Hadith. Aye, may our mercy prevail over our wrath, yours, too, please, and mine.

We are at choice. We always have a choice. This choice is an expression of power, and we all have this power. The storms of war approach, and these are our storms. Whether one believes in any deity or sacred scripture and even if all one knows is dialogue from a TV show set after the zombie apocalypse is irrelevant. What matters is what we choose to be and do now.

Together we can choose a reign of mercy over terror and annihilation.

 

William Dudley Bass
Originally written Friday 1 June 2018
Published here Wednesday 6 March 2019
Seattle, Washington
United States of America
Planet Earth

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